When trees speak together in the night
They shall be sure not to be heard
By the ordinary.
Every word a breath; every breath a word.
And hours pass of night under the stars.
Calm, silence and sadness all unite.
Time passes; oblivion with it walks
Hand in hand; with them too walk
A Figure horrid with a Scythe in hand.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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